Chapter 5
Joker fired his weapon. Fortunately, Batman had suspected something and
dived out of the way a split second before the shot.
"Augh!" Joker shouted, casting aside his recently punctured hat, "You
always ruin all my fun!" He began to shoot carelessly at Batman, who
managed to dodge each of them. Soon, the firing was replaced by a clicking
when Joker pulled the trigger. "Damn!" Joker threw away his weapon.
Batman grinned. "Good. Now we can have a real fight. No weapons."
Batman removed his utility belt and dropped it to the ground. "I'll
even give you a free punch."
"Very well," Joker popped his knuckles, wound up, and hit Batman square
in the jaw. A pop was heard, and Batman crashed to the ground.
Joker removed one of his white gloves, and under it, his fingers were
adorned with a particularly sharp pair of brass knuckles. "Ain't I a
stinker?"
Batman awoke, to his surprise still alive. His jaw ached awfully, and
though he wasn't sure why, so did his thigh.
He rose, with much difficulty. He looked at his pain-filled leg and
screamed. There was a rip in his pants over one of his thighs, and
staring back at him was a freshly applied tatoo- the face of the Joker.
Joker fired his weapon. Fortunately, Batman had suspected something and
dived out of the way a split second before the shot.
"Augh!" Joker shouted, casting aside his recently punctured hat, "You
always ruin all my fun!" He began to shoot carelessly at Batman, who
managed to dodge each of them. Soon, the firing was replaced by a clicking
when Joker pulled the trigger. "Damn!" Joker threw away his weapon.
Batman grinned. "Good. Now we can have a real fight. No weapons."
Batman removed his utility belt and dropped it to the ground. "I'll
even give you a free punch."
"Very well," Joker popped his knuckles, wound up, and hit Batman square
in the jaw. A pop was heard, and Batman crashed to the ground.
Joker removed one of his white gloves, and under it, his fingers were
adorned with a particularly sharp pair of brass knuckles. "Ain't I a
stinker?"
Batman awoke, to his surprise still alive. His jaw ached awfully, and
though he wasn't sure why, so did his thigh.
He rose, with much difficulty. He looked at his pain-filled leg and
screamed. There was a rip in his pants over one of his thighs, and
staring back at him was a freshly applied tatoo- the face of the Joker.